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VEINTISIETE DE JULIO
FRIDAY, JULY 27, 2007
Veintisiete de Julio
Today, the Rhythm in the Barrios volunteers (armed with giant construction paper ties, john lennon sunglasses, and a wig made from a showercap and cottonballs) put on a musical performance to introduce the school kids to musical instruments! We went to two schools – one along the highway and one in the jungle at the bottom of a volcano (a one-room school). The kids absolutely loved the show ~
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VEINTICINCO DE JULIO
WEDNESDAY, JULY 25, 2007
Veinticinco de Julio
Today, I biked around to all the barrio schools of the city with my camera. My assignment was to capture Rhythm en los Barrios in action so the organization could use the photos to raise money for the program! They will put the photos in a calendar and on the website, etc. to inform their donors about the success of Ritmo en los Barrios. It was great for me to be able to do this because exactly a year ago I had a vision of using my photography in this way and here I am – living my vision.
This trip is very confirming that everyone has the power to do nearly everything they dream up.
This trip is very confirming that everyone has the power to do nearly everything they dream up.
VENITICUATRO
TUESDAY, JULY 24, 2007
Veintiquatro de Julio
Almost every day near sunset, the boys from our street stand beneath our balcony calling out , “Chepe!! Chepe!”, to see if Adam is here to play baseball with them. They use the street as their field, telephone poles as bases, they hit a tennis ball using their fist as the bat, and usually play barefoot.
Rainy day details:
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Rainy day details:
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VEINTITRES DE JULIO
MONDAY, JULY 23, 2007
Veintitres de Julio
Today we printed out several of the photos that I have taken of the locals. We will be on a mission for the next two weeks to search for these people and give them the photos of themselves. It shouldn’t be hard. It’s a small town and everyone is “same-time, same-place” around here. We’ll find the bread man cycling down the street around 6pm, the kids in the marketplace will be at their parent’s vegetable booth all day, the neighbor boys are always sitting on the curb down the street, and the barrio children are always playing outside in the dirt. They will all be thrilled to have photos of themselves, I just know it.
But since I didn’t take any photos today, I shall post some images I took several weeks ago of a school parade.
But since I didn’t take any photos today, I shall post some images I took several weeks ago of a school parade.
VEINTIUNO DE JULIO
SATURDAY, JULY 21, 2007
Veintiuno de Julio
Laguna de Apollo is a fresh water lagoon with crystal blue water and colorful fish surrounded by mountains and giant stones that are perfect for jumping off.
Dying for a swim, Teddy, Adam and I get on our bikes and begin our trek thru a busted barrio called La Prusia. Along the way, we ask a few locals which is the best route to the laguna.
You’d think we’d have learned by now not to ask the locals for directions.
“Este camino es mejor. Es muy facil,” says one amigo, while the next fellow says, “No. Este camino as muy DIFficil. La otra ruta es major.”
In the end, we had chosen an UPHILL dirt road that led to a perilously rocky DOWNHILL hike to the lagoon. Et maka no sins. But oh well – it was a good workout.
Even though the oxen herding hombre warned against it, we left our bikes tied to a tree at the top of the hill because the downhill hike was too narrow and hazardous to take them with us.
At last, we arrived at the Laguna! It felt like we had found a secret place, for there was not a soul around (besides a local family playing in a small wooden boat around the bend). For an hour we swam, attempted a few photos with my underwater camera, and passed the pair of goggles back at forth to marvel at the fishies.
The sun was starting to set on us, and since that’s the way scary movies begin, we packed up our stuff and began the hike back to our bikes, sharing the path with a few angry oxen along the way.
Our bikes were safe and sound so we flew the whole way home – DOWN HILL! J This time I peddled and ADAM rode the pegs (probably a cultural faux pas – but it was fun!)
Later, we find out that a few friends of ours were recently robbed at machete point on the exact same trail …. And I was worried about seeing SNAKEs! Ha.
Dying for a swim, Teddy, Adam and I get on our bikes and begin our trek thru a busted barrio called La Prusia. Along the way, we ask a few locals which is the best route to the laguna.
You’d think we’d have learned by now not to ask the locals for directions.
“Este camino es mejor. Es muy facil,” says one amigo, while the next fellow says, “No. Este camino as muy DIFficil. La otra ruta es major.”
In the end, we had chosen an UPHILL dirt road that led to a perilously rocky DOWNHILL hike to the lagoon. Et maka no sins. But oh well – it was a good workout.
Even though the oxen herding hombre warned against it, we left our bikes tied to a tree at the top of the hill because the downhill hike was too narrow and hazardous to take them with us.
At last, we arrived at the Laguna! It felt like we had found a secret place, for there was not a soul around (besides a local family playing in a small wooden boat around the bend). For an hour we swam, attempted a few photos with my underwater camera, and passed the pair of goggles back at forth to marvel at the fishies.
The sun was starting to set on us, and since that’s the way scary movies begin, we packed up our stuff and began the hike back to our bikes, sharing the path with a few angry oxen along the way.
Our bikes were safe and sound so we flew the whole way home – DOWN HILL! J This time I peddled and ADAM rode the pegs (probably a cultural faux pas – but it was fun!)
Later, we find out that a few friends of ours were recently robbed at machete point on the exact same trail …. And I was worried about seeing SNAKEs! Ha.
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